Your father owned the building you were in: Stark Tower and your mother Pepper was the most lovely person in your life. The famous couple that you loved so much.

You were chilling on the couch in Stark Tower, watching TV. You were watching 'Friends' for the millionth time. Your parents were on a mission and Tony was on the second floor with Pepper. When 'Friends' ended, you stood up and put on your coat. You decided you could use some fresh air.

You were a little disappointed that your father wouldn't let you join the meeting.
A wisp of air brushed against your cheek and you shivered. You snuggled a little deeper in your coat as you walked into the park.

You decided to sit on a bench to watch some kids run after a frisbee.

'May I sit next to you?' A silky voice said. You looked up to see a man with jetblack hair, sharp cheekbones and a smug grin on his face. You nodded. 'I am Loki, King of Asgard.' You raised an eyebrow.

'Thor is King of Asgard,' you stated matter of factly. He shook his head.

'No, he's not. I am. At the moment.' He got closer to you, it almost being inappropriate.
'I must request that you come with me to a exquisite place, named Asgard.' You knitted your eyebrows together. He wrapped an arm around you and you squirmed away.

'What no!' you yelled. 'Who are you?'

I already told you. I am Loki, the God of Mischief.

'You're the  intruder they talked about?' you squeaked. His hold on you tightened and you gasped.

'That is not very polite, (Y/N),' he barked.

'I'm sorry?' you questioned him. The person then put his head on top of yours. Your breathing started to quicken and you went pale. 'I am not coming with you, I don't even know you.' He chuckled again.

'Oh, but you are. I am the King of Asgard and you shall do as you are told,' he spoke carefully. You gulped and all colour drained from your face.

'Ow, yeah, sure. The, oh so, rightful king of Asgard. Thor told me a lot about you,' you said sarcasticly. He frowned and lifted his hand and slapped you right across the face. With the force of it, your head looked to the side. Your head throbbed painfully. Tears were forming in your eyes and you let out a sob because of the force of the slap.

'You shall not speak of your future husband is such way.' Your eyes widened at his sentence and you whimpered.

You cursed yourself. Why didn't you stay in the Stak Tower? They had al the technology to detect intruders and potential kidnappers. Why did you brilliant mind decided to leave?

'Did you really think I was going to approach you if there was a chance of being caught. I do not think so,' he told you wisely. You tried running, but he pushed you back more against the bar. 'We make this simpler by you obeying me, or we can do this the hard way and there will be punishment.' You cringed.

'Leave me alone, you're freaking me out.' He frowned. His gazed lowered to your lips and he started to lean in. You had to find a way to distract him and fast because he was going to kiss you! 'Why do you want me to go with you?' He stoped in his tracks and stood back up straight, your inner Goddess was dancing because you just avoided something unpleasant. He then smirked.

'As I have already told you, I am King of Asgard.' You nodded. Gosh, how many times was he going to tell you that? He really rubbed it in your face, didn't he? His hands tangled with yours, but you let it slip, as long as his lips were as far away as possible from yours. 'But to remain King, I need to marry a woman, who will be my queen. And I have to have an heir by the end of the month otherwise my bother, Thor, will be King.' Your mouth fell agape and you swallowed hard.

'And what do I have to do with that?' you asked, afraid of the answer. He raised an eyebrow.

'Isn't that clear?' You shrugged. 'I want you to be my queen and carry my heir.' You almost gagged at the spot. 'Don't look at me like that. I have already made up my mind and there is no way telling me otherwise,' he told you sternly.

'Why me?' you whispered. 'Oh my God.'

'Because you intrigue me... And I might want to annoy your parents,' he told you honestly. Well, at least the God of Mischief was being honest.

'What if I refuse?'

'Listen to me carefully, darling, there is no version of this where you can't end up without me. You will be my queen... I thought Midgardian girls liked crowns and gold? Well, I can give you that.'

'What if I don't want that? What if I just want to be happy?' you fought back.

'Love, I'm not going to argue with you right now. Tony is on his way.' You gasped when he grabbed your waist.

'Dad! Help! Jarvis! Tony!' you shrieked. 'Jarvis? Please tell me you can hear me from here!' But it was already to late. He teleported the both of you.